Наши с Вятки
0.00 42 minutes A priest from Vyatskaya stupid wilderness father Leonid sings and writes poetry. Walks barefoot in winter and summer. In winter, only slippers wear - probably not to embarrass people. In the past, a well-known metropolitan poet, he returned to his native places - where Vyatlag once was and where to this day the zone is the only city-forming enterprise.
